~Matthew~
Gilbert came back with a full plate of pasta and a glass of water. The smell wafted towards Matthew, his mouth starting to water. It seemed not eating for two days greatly affected Matthew. His stomach rumbled again and Gilbert chuckled bringing the plate to Matthew with a fork, he put the glass on the nightstand next to the bed.
The plate was cleared in seconds.
"Uh, did jou vant anozher plate?" Gilbert asked handing Matthew a napkin.
"It was delicious but, no thanks." Matthew chuckled, his hunger satisfied. He wiped his face and handed Gilbert the empty plate. Matthew tried sitting up but was met with protest from his ribs and winced. Gilbert took notice and propped a pillow behind Matthew's back.
"Thanks." Matthew grunted, annoyed by his display of weakness in front of the other male.
"I'm going to fetch jou some pain killers." Gilbert said worriedly. Matthew only nodded in response. He watched as Gilbert left the room, the door slowly closing behind him. Matthew was left with only his thoughts and the pain in his ribs. His brain focused on the events in his nightmare, making Matthew shudder at his horrible memories.
His thoughts were interrupted though as a loud banging was heard in another part of the house. A door, Matthew presumed, had been forced open. Shouting was heard between three people: a deep accented voice, a french accent rapidly speaking and an annoyingly loud voice that could only belong to one person. Matthew sighed as loud footsteps came closer to the door that separated him from the rest of the house.
"MAATTTTIEEE!" Said voice shouted, while barging into the room poor Matthew currently occupied. The two made eye contact and Alfred rushed to his twin's side. The Canadian was soon engulfed into a bear hug, shooting pain throughout his body. Matthew let out a short hiss and took a deep breath.
"Hey Alfie, what are you doing here?" The Canadian choked out, finding it hard to breath in his brothers bone crushing embrace. He finally let go and sat opposite of Matthew on the bed. Looking to Alfred's face , Matthew could see that his cheeks were red and his eyes were glassy.
"Hey, you okay?" Matthew asked reaching towards Alfred and grabbing his hand, intertwining their fingers. The older twin looked at their hands and sniveled.
"Francis called me and told me you were in a coma, said he was at your place getting some stuff and feeding your bear. I rushed over there, ran actually, I left my car someplace and had Francis drive me here, he's outside apologizing to who ever owns this place." Alfred said still looking down.
"And why would Francis be apologizing?" Matthew asked, finally meeting his brother's ocean blue eyes.
"I might of- sort of broke down their door..." Alfred said laughing uneasily. Matthew sighed and smiled at his twin. He still felt uneasy with the thought of his nightmare still fresh in his mind.
"I had that nightmare again." Matthew confessed. Alfred drew in a sharp breath and smiled back putting his free hand on Matthew's shoulder.
"That's okay, your Hero is here to protect you from everything!" Alfred said, quieter than his normal high volume, it was comforting to Matthew. The younger twin wrapped his arms around his older brother and let loose a single tear.
"Everything is alright Mattie, you're safe." Alfred comforted, rubbing circles on his brother's back.
The door to the room was nudged open and Gilbert stuck his head inside. Seeing no immediate danger, Gilbert walked in and coughed, breaking the twins apart.
"So, who are jou?" Gilbert asked ready to bolt at the first sign of danger. He was usually ready to fight anyone anywhere, but he had seen the door being ripped from its hinges himself and, contrary to popular belief, Gilbert was no idiot and did not want death before he could confess to his Birdie. So, he stood at the door and waited to be answered.
"Who are you?" Came rudely back from the intruder.
"Alfie." Matthew scolded, bringing Alfred's attention back to his twin.
"Play nice, his brother patched me up." Matthew said glancing over to the confused albino.
"This is Alfred, my twin." Matthew introduced, gesturing to Alfred who was glaring at the man standing in the doorway. Matthew made eye contact with the pale man and smiled, Gilbert smiled back.
"Alfred, this is Gilbert, he's Francis' good friend." Matthew gestured to the albino and nudged Alfred with his elbow in his ribs, making Alfred sigh.
"Hi." He said curtly before turning around to face Matthew again. Gilbert snorted at the display from the older twin.
"I guess zhat's my cue to leave." Gilbert said turning to leave.
"Sorry." Matthew mouthed to the albino. He nodded and left the room to continue his search for pain killers.
"That was rude, Alfie." Matthew said turning his attention to his twin. Alfred crossed his arms and pouted.
"I don't like him." Alfred stated, turning back to the door and glaring as if the albino was still there.
"He's a lot like you, ya know." Matthew said, chuckling as Alfred sharply turned his head to playfully glare at his brother.
"Well he does have devilish good looks." Alfred said, winking at Matthew and combing his hand through his short hair making Matthew chuckle.
"That's not what I meant." The Canadian smiled at his brother.
"Then did you mean the defined abs-" Alfred flexed as best he could while sitting "-or the dazzling eyes-" He batted his ocean blue eyes at his younger brother "-or how about my amazing personality?" Alfred finished, fanning himself.
"You're both dorks." Matthew giggled, smiling at his brother.
"Oh, wait I know, it's the size of my-" Matthew covered Alfred's mouth with his hand before he could finish his sentence. His cheeks flushed a dark scarlet.
"Can you not?!" Matthew whisper yelled. In an attempt to free himself Alfred licked the Canadian's hand covering it in slobber.
"Ew." Matthew retracted his hand and wiped it on his twin's shirt.
"Yes, I can tie a knot." Alfred said proudly. Matthew sighed, his attention diverted to the door as it began to open. Another male looked into the room. He drew in a slight breath at making eye contact with the blond and launched himself towards the twins.
"MON PETITE (MY LITTLE) MATTHIEU!" Francis ran and attached himself to Matthew's other side.
"Your awake!" Francis said holding the taller male's head in his hands.
"Yeah, I'm okay Francis." Matthew said trying to detach himself from the older man's grip.
"You scared me half to death!" Francis sniffed.
"You look it. Oh my God, is that a worry line?" Alfred teased pointing to Francis's forehead. Francis made a dramatic gasp and searched his pocket for a compact mirror to check. When no wrinkles were found, he closed the mirror with a snap and glared at a snickering Alfred.
"Don't joke about things like that!" Francis turned to Alfred and smacked the back of his head playfully. Alfred let out a small whine and rubbed his head.
Matthew smiled, he was happy, sure he was in a lot of pain but most of his makeshift family was here with him. And the pain lessened with each chuckle. Matthew adored his family and would give the world to keep them safe and he knows that they'd do the same. He looked at his 'Papa' and twin and smiled, feeling at peace, something he hadn't felt in a while.
AN: OMG 2 chapters in less than a week, what is this sorcery?
Hey guys, I'm back with another (shorter) chapter! I hope you guys enjoyed it as it was released a lot faster than any chapter I've written so far.
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